the elucien aesthetic is buttery shafts of sunlight filtering through leaves, and elain archeron laughing without covering her face (propriety be damned), her laugh a deep, throaty noise that is at odds with her appearance. it is lucien vanserra poring over thick, leather bound books in bed while tracing a hand down elain’s bare spine, it is sheer coral lingerie that is covering everything yet translucent and simultaneously leaving everything bare. it is the two sprawled on a blanket in a meadow, with her head resting in his lap while he reads her poetry. it is smiles that are as radiant as the sun and words that are either dripping with honey or as double edged as a sword.